In Boston, and was trying to get home early but alas no flights available. Meanwhile, morning put on pause because: Nov 24, 2008 … BACK BAY (WBZ) ? Three manhole fires in at Stuart, Tremont, and Boylston Streets have knocked out power in the Back Bay.
The calls home are a little disconcerting – Loca is puking, Arlene is trapped in the bathroom between the toilet and the wall and possibly dehydrated, Bam has escaped. That was just yesterday. Then today, Mom is now puking. T wonders why I get so edgy as soon as I am on the phone. I don’t know who to be more concerned about – the animals, the mother, the unknown.
One of the biggest mysteries in the world is how there are all these children in the world that need a loving home and how unbelievably hard it is get one. Forget about the fact that you are a single mother, a lesbian couple, approaching 50, even the hetero, young, white married couples with strong ties to a church jump through hoops to adopt. We looked a website today and saw 7 Bulgarian boys and…
Wonderful night last night seeing my girlfriends even if the 80s music piped so loud through Scampo made us feel more like dancing than chit chatting across a big round table. But today, we got up late, and in a snap set out to see Boston on foot. After traipsing through the Common already barren and winterized, freezing our buns off, we raced down Newbury Street towards Patagonia and left with enough warm clothing to…
How can you measure yourself without a benchmark – what is good if you don’t know bad – is it difficult to get ahead while your colleague, a friend lags? Is it hard to be content in love when you know others covet what you have? We were discussing a friend who did not get invited to participate on a literary proposal – on one hand, it says a lot to be associated with a…
New Rochelle – guy sits down says he heard the economy is so bad, gays are shopping at WalMart.
Take it from the Feldsteins – the Jews – my peeps – we didn’t invent comedy, but we sure know how to leverage it – I was in the car on my way to the train station in Connecticut yesterday morning – we were packed snuggly in the back seat when I saw out the window from my middle position a large open field full of geese. My colleague was explaining something to all of…
Here in New York, I look closely at shoe shine men and wonder if I might not see someone I know. The times are that bad, perhaps. A few friends who follow the stock market from an armchair perspective have taken to sending me emails that are abysmal portents of doom with subject lines like 30 reasons why this is the worst depression known to man — no hyperbole there. Is my Pollyanna about to…
The other day Al Quaeda sent out a message with base insults towards our president to be – seems the fact that we elected a Black man with a Muslim father might take some of the edge off of their cause. What I wanted to know is why these guys get top billing on all of our newspapers. I mean if some white skinhead idiot freak from Utah calls the pres to be a racial…
Had cocktails with a colleague and discussed babies babies babies and how to get one and with that weighing heavy on our minds, we took a cab to Chelsea and met a friend at a tapas joint called El Quinto Pino – an aside is T tells me on el quinto coño translates to bumfuck Egypt. Meanwhile, we had a delicious bottle of Planeta red wine and yummy spinach and chickpea stew, goat cheese with…